My Yi Girlfriend

I first met Kang Lei in April 1994 at a university in Chengdu. The student union had organized a dance for us core members that day, with about a hundred people, more men than women. To ease everyone's shyness, the host suggested playing an old game—"Pigsy Catches His Bride." The male students were to be blindfolded and try to catch the female students; whoever caught would become their dance partner for the first round, and they would switch partners afterward. When the host announced this idea, it immediately elicited laughter and applause, creating a lively atmosphere.

I wasn't interested in this, but I had no choice but to comply. I took off my coat, covered my head, and shuffled a few steps to the center of the dance floor before standing still, simply stretching out my hand to wait for my prey. Some of the male students, however, were very enthusiastic, chasing after the girls in circles, following their laughter and shouts. Kang Lei moved gracefully, not easily caught.

When a male student rushed towards her, she took a large step back, but unexpectedly fell into my arms. I caught her with both hands. Secretary Zhang from the Youth League Committee joked, "It's true what they say, the unlucky run themselves ragged, while the lucky ones don't have to bother. Xu Xianming stood still, yet he caught the prettiest young wife!" I was a little embarrassed. I chatted with Kang Lei for a few words, danced a song, and then we parted ways.

This time, everyone was just playing along and didn't take it to heart, and soon forgot about it.

I truly got to know Kang Lei when she came to our campus radio station. She was a year below me, and we were both in the Finance and Taxation Department. To this day, I still believe that she must have gotten in through connections to become the number two female announcer.

Although she speaks clearly and has a good voice, her Mandarin is not standard; she has a bit of an accent from Kangding, Sichuan. For example, when she says, "My family has four horses," she says, "My family has four mothers."

Kang Lei sings folk songs quite well, with great emotion and expression. She can sing not only "Liuyang River" but also "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" at Li Na's level, handling even the most heart-wrenching parts with ease, which truly impressed me.

Her skin has a healthy tan from the high-altitude sun, she wears a ponytail, and is about 162cm tall. She's petite and energetic.

Among the freshmen, she's both conspicuous and restless. Wherever there's a party, she's there, singing and dancing, and even drinking baijiu with the boys—a real "show-off."

I didn't have a good impression of someone like her doing radio broadcasting; I always thought she wouldn't do it well, wouldn't last long. In the beginning, I often scolded her, didn't joke with her, and even avoided talking to her. She was also cold towards me and unwilling to talk to me; we were in a cold war… Later, the teacher from the Youth League Committee in charge of us talked to me and said, “Kang Lei is of Yi ethnicity, from Jiulong County at the foot of Gongga Snow Mountain in Ganzi Prefecture. Her father was a martyr. Her score wasn’t high enough, so she was admitted through a special program. You should help her more in the future and get along well with her…” I was shocked by what the teacher said and regretted my attitude towards Kang Lei. I felt very sorry for her family’s misfortune. After that conversation, my attitude towards Kang Lei changed a lot. While being strict with her, I also cared about her in her daily life. To help her focus on broadcasting, I would fetch water and meals for her, and sometimes I would give her small favors, like buying her chili sauce or chewing gum… Gradually, she became less cold towards me, smiled, and started talking to me, her senior.

The life of a campus broadcaster is quite different from that of an ordinary student. There’s no need for morning exercises, no need to queue for meals—just go directly to the window to buy food—and no need for evening self-study; you can bring your homework to the broadcasting station to do. The broadcasting hours are: 6:30 AM to 7:30 AM, 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM, and 5:30 PM to 7:30 PM. There are two editors and two male and two female announcers. Everyone is friendly and highly motivated.

I often find topics to chat with her about, from all walks of life to ancient and modern times. Once, she was doing her homework, and I was telling jokes about our dormitory, which made her giggle. Suddenly, she slammed her pen down, turned around, and glared at me angrily, her breath steaming and a lock of hair blowing against her forehead.

"Why didn't you finish your homework?" I asked.

"You kept telling jokes, and I copied the questions wrong. You're so annoying." She looked at me seriously, her face turning red with anger. It was the first time I had looked at her so closely, and I was surprised to find that she was really beautiful.

Gradually, I don't know if I had fallen for her, but whenever she wasn't there, I would feel restless, looking around anxiously, hoping she would appear soon. Only when I saw her would my anxious heart calm down.

After spending a few months together, our relationship evolved from classmates to siblings. She called me "Brother Rabbit" because I was born in the Year of the Rabbit; I called her "Sister Heroine" because she had a forthright and chivalrous personality, like a female knight-errant. I was 19 that year, and she was 18.

Her radiant smile, her straightforward personality, and her mysterious and wild aura increasingly attracted me. I've always been drawn to women who laugh a lot, especially girls like Kang Lei, whose smiles are sweet yet a little silly. When she talked about things she found funny, she would always burst into laughter before she even finished speaking, leaving us completely bewildered, wondering what she was laughing about. Watching her inexplicably laugh, I couldn't help but laugh along, not knowing what I was laughing about, but the joy at that moment was real.

When winter vacation came, I asked her for my home phone number before leaving, saying I wanted to wish her a Happy New Year. She happily found paper and a pen to write it down for me, and even said something in Yi language. I asked her what it meant. She exclaimed dramatically, "Happy Chinese New Year!" I had intended to see her off, but after hearing that she was leaving with six or seven Yi classmates, I decided against it. Before returning to Taiyuan, I went to Xinhua Bookstore and bought a book on ethnic customs, hoping to learn about the Yi people's traditions in preparation for a future trip to Jiulong.

She had told me that their county was primarily inhabited by the Yi, Han, and Tibetan ethnic groups. Ashima is Yi. Kang Lei's mother is also Yi. She grew up at her maternal grandmother's house and can speak Yi and Tibetan. I've seen pictures of her in Yi clothing; she wore a red top embroidered with white lace, a red pleated skirt, and a white hat with red flowers—she looked beautiful.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, I called her home. The call went unanswered for a long time. I thought maybe no one was home, and just as I was about to hang up, the call was answered.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" a middle-aged woman said in a muffled voice. I said on the phone, "Hello, Auntie, could you please call Kang Lei for me?" The middle-aged woman on the other end of the line said in a muffled voice, "No trouble at all." Then Kang Lei burst into laughter. I was overjoyed and said on the phone, "You're so annoying, you silly goose!" She laughed and said, "You're completely out of your mind, you can't even recognize my voice." Later, I asked her if she drank "twisting wine" during the New Year. She said, "Yes, people come to call me every day." I asked her again, "Have you ever changed into a children's dress?" She hesitated for a moment and said, "What children's dress?"

I said, "Don't you Yi girls change into children's dresses when you turn 14? Then you can date freely, and your parents can't object." I heard her chuckle and say, "I don't know."

After the Lantern Festival, we all returned to school and saw Kang Lei again. She didn't mention changing into a children's dress, and I was too embarrassed to ask again.

The loudspeaker on campus started broadcasting again. It felt so good to be with her.

On the third day of school, Kang Lei got into a fight with one of her roommates. The reason was that some of her fellow villagers had come to visit her, and they had drunk some alcohol. After they left, the girl called them "uncultured" and impolite.

Her roommates spent over an hour persuading her to calm down and change her mind about moving out.

That night, around 9 pm, only the two of us were left in the broadcasting studio. I was sitting on my bed reading "A General History of Tax Law," while she was organizing the cassette tapes for the next day's program, chatting with me, her "confidante."

"Rabbit," Kang Lei asked, "what are my flaws that make others dislike me?"

"Your main flaw is drinking," I replied without looking up. "Girls often say and do things inappropriately when drunk, which makes them look bad. You should quit drinking. My dad said drinking can make you stupid."

"No way, the Yi people value wine when entertaining guests. No wine, no respect; no wine, no ceremony. There's no road too difficult to traverse, and no wrong wine among the Yi people. I only drink with my friends, what business is it of hers?" "If that's the case, then you have no flaws, just like a normal person," I said.

"Hey, Rabbit Brother, what are my strengths?" Kang Lei asked again.

"We've worked together for so long, and I really haven't found any strengths in you. You're just like a normal person," I joked.

"I'm not happy today, so watch out, I might beat you up. Think again, what are my strengths?" Kang Lei said seriously.

I thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "Amurecimaza." (Yi language: You are beautiful.) Kang Lei was taken aback and said, "How do you speak Yi? How do you know about changing into a children's skirt?" I pretended to be profound, looking up at the ceiling without answering.

"Go to hell!" Kang Lei, seeing I ignored her, panicked and pounced like a mother leopard. Her hands gripped my neck, and the back of my head slammed against the wall.

"Tell me! Where are you from? How come you can speak Yi?"

I was dizzy from the impact and struggled to say, "You know, my grandfather is from Deyang, Sichuan. So where do you think I'm from? I just learned two phrases in Yi, please have mercy, heroine." "Say another one." "I... I can't say it, that phrase is too offensive."

"You little bastard, if you don't tell me, I'll strangle you!"

I sensed the situation was bad; Kang Lei was really going to strangle me.

I shouted, "Yiakaduligu!" (Yi: I love you.) Kang Lei's face turned red, and she loosened her grip, a hint of a smile on her face.

I immediately bent over, squatted on the ground, coughing incessantly, gasping for breath, my face and neck turning red.

"You've gone too far, this is really outrageous," I said between coughs.

Kang Lei walked up to me carrying a few books and said, "It's Yiakamuligu! Silly boy." She giggled and walked away happily. It was the first time I'd witnessed Kang Lei's wild side.

Back then, our extracurricular activities as students were divided into three factions: 1. The Graduate School faction, those who studied diligently to prepare for graduate school entrance exams; 2. The Mahjong faction, those who played mahjong whenever they had time; 3. The Procrastination faction, those who procrastinated on dating. I think I belonged to the Procrastination faction.

The feeling of loving someone is always beautiful and pure. I was lucky that my love was reciprocated, and Kang Lei liked me too.

We loved each other, and as long as we could see each other, even just once a day would be enough.

My first love is the most beautiful memory of my life, pure and unadulterated, like a glass of fresh orange juice, sweet and sour… Back then, I often rode my bike with her to the Du Fu Thatched Cottage near the school. There, bamboo groves provided shade, small bridges connected the buildings, and flowing water meandered—a place of ancient elegance. Our closest contact back then was simply walking hand in hand.

March 23rd was Kang Lei's birthday. I'd heard her say she'd never celebrated her birthday before, so I decided to make her happy. Without her consent, I notified four of her fellow villagers and three classmates from the radio station. I planned the entire birthday party, paying half the expenses myself and splitting the rest among everyone. No birthday gifts were to be given, and everyone agreed.

I only told her that evening on the way to the restaurant. Kang Lei disagreed with everyone splitting the cost and asked me to cancel the party. Regardless of her wishes, I dragged her to the "Seventy-Two Trades and Customs" restaurant on Qingyang Avenue.

We went up to the second-floor restaurant, and as soon as Kang Lei saw her fellow villagers and classmates, she let out a mischievous shriek, rushed over to hug the women and shake hands with the men. The atmosphere became incredibly lively.

I grabbed the menu, immediately flipping through the first few pages of fresh seafood. None of the dishes I ordered cost more than 20 yuan: boiled fish, stir-fried mutton with scallions, sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce, etc.—a total of five cold dishes, seven hot dishes, one soup, and a birthday cake with candles.

The group of poor students ate with great relish and even drank ten bottles of beer. Everyone praised my ordering skills, saying I could be an office manager someday.

The teasing started; some said Kang Lei had good taste and was very lucky; others told me I had to treat Kang Lei well, or they'd beat me up. Then some jerk said something like "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung," which infuriated me.

I remember Kang Lei's little face was flushed all night.

While urging everyone to eat, I took pictures of them. Some of the close-ups of Kang Lei blowing out the birthday candles are great; I still keep them.

After dinner, we went to a nearby karaoke bar. Everyone insisted I give a speech. I don't remember what I said, but I definitely said, "Happy birthday, Kang Lei!" Then I was going to sing a song called "Love Song 1990."

Everyone booed, "Don't listen to 'Love Song 1990,' we want some upbeat songs, love songs!" I don't know any love songs, so I sang Black Panther's "Don't Breathe My Heart." I have a great voice, loud and clear, with a great sense of rhythm. They were all stunned. Even the karaoke bar owner said, "I've never seen a customer sing Black Panther's songs as well as this student." Everyone was vying to sing, almost breaking the microphone. Some sang Cantonese songs, some sang English songs. Kang Lei sang "I Only Want to Go with You" and "A Great River."

Later, everyone started dancing—ballroom dancing. Because there were so many people and the space wasn't big, Kang Lei and I were squeezed into a corner, and the ballroom dancing turned into a cheek-to-cheek dance.

Kang Lei rested her chin lightly on my shoulder, swaying her body to the soft music, her smooth neck gracefully displayed within the small collar of her white shirt, looking utterly charming.

We left the karaoke bar around 10 o'clock. Everyone had dispersed, and Kang Lei and I walked to the back. I took a red and black beaded necklace from my pocket and handed it to her. She had once said that beaded necklaces were her favorite, and I said it was a birthday present for her.

She took the necklace, her joy evident, and softly said thank you before putting it on.

On the way home, I put my arm around her for the first time. I noticed that a 174cm tall guy paired with a 162cm tall girl looked quite good together, very harmonious.

"Are you happy today?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to go so well," she said with a smile.

"Of course, don't you know who I am?" I said rather smugly.

"Do you want to make me even happier?" she looked at me with ill intent.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Guess?"

I thought nervously, "You're not going to drink, are you?"

"Yes, how come you're so smart? Rabbit Bro." Oh

no—I thought to myself.

At a small restaurant, Kang Lei ordered a plate of cold dishes, a bottle of "Jianzhuang" liquor, and two bottles of beer.

Kang Lei said, "Don't look down. If you want to make me happier, you'll drink with me, or you can leave now." I used to be a teetotaler, and I didn't know if I could drink. I drank half a bottle of beer at dinner and didn't feel bad, so I mustered up my courage and said, "Xia Mei, I'm drinking to make you happier." "Okay! You're a good buddy. How much do you want to drink?" Kang Lei said with a beaming smile.

"Half for each of us."

We barely ate anything, just toasting each other. The liquor was really strong and burned my heart. Kang Lei's face lit up with a smile, a message of happiness.

We drank quickly, and by the end, I felt hot all over, my head was heavy, and my eyes were almost closing, but I was still clear-headed.

I was so emotional. I repeatedly confessed to her how I had wronged her in the past and how I had turned over a new leaf. I couldn't control my emotions anymore; I felt like crying… When Kang Lei realized something was wrong, she couldn't stop me. I ordered another beer, refusing to let her drink it, and drank it all by myself.

After paying the bill, I stepped out of the restaurant. A gust of cold wind hit me, and I shivered. I felt dizzy and nauseous, vomiting every few steps, until finally it was all bitter bile.

Kang Lei initially helped me walk, then she supported me, until finally my legs gave way and I collapsed on the roadside like a rag doll.

I told her, "Xia Mei, you can go now, don't worry about me. I'll just lie here for a while, I can get back by myself, it'll be fine." Kang Lei said, "Rabbit Brother, I really didn't know someone your size could hold their liquor." She pulled me up, carried me on her back, and walked step by step towards the school. Although my limbs were completely out of control, my mind was still clear. I'm sure Kang Lei carried me back to school all by herself; I weighed 115 pounds at the time.

Later, I measured the distance she carried me—2300 meters.

According to the gatekeeper, when Kang Lei carried me into the school gate, her forehead was covered in sweat, and I was completely drunk. Two gatekeepers carried me back to the dormitory.

I slept until noon the next day. When I woke up, I had a terrible headache, a dry mouth, and no strength at all. My roommates said to me, "You can't drink like that anymore, it's terrifying, you were moaning all night." One of them handed me a water glass, saying, "Have some water first." I didn't even drink it, asking, "Where's Kang Lei?" The classmate said, "She came early this morning, told us to take off your coat and pants so she could wash them for you, and even put some oranges in the glass."

I drank a few sips of water, lay down, and went back to sleep. Around 5 p.m., Kang Lei arrived. She made a cute face at me, neatly folded the clothes she had washed for me, and placed them on the bedside table.

The two other roommates saw her arrive, greeted Kang Lei, and then left. Kang Lei sat down on my bed and asked,

"Are you feeling better?"

I said weakly, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

I placed my hand in her small hand and gently stroked it.

"Where did you get all that strength to carry me back from outside?" I asked her. "I'm a yak, not very tall but with great stamina," she said with a smile.

"Seeing me so drunk, doesn't it break your heart?"

"It's not that I break your heart, it's that I feel sorry for you, so..."

"Could you sit closer to me?" I said to her.

Kang Lei smiled, sat down next to me, and said, "What?"

"Nothing."

I slowly slipped my hand inside her shirt, groping her smooth waist. Kang Lei didn't stop me; she picked up a copy of (Liaoning Youth) and pretended to read it.

I got this drunk because of her, so I felt she should reward me.

When my hand moved up to touch her breast, Kang Lei suddenly pressed my hand down and said seriously, "No." I said, "Why not?" She said, "I don't like it."

I was stunned and said, "You mean you don't like me?"

She stood up and said, "Are you out of your mind? I have to go to the radio station to prepare my script. I'm broadcasting at 7 o'clock. Listen to it and give me your feedback, okay?" She patted my head like a child and left.

When Kang Lei first started broadcasting, I often went to the campus to listen to her pronunciation and then correct her mistakes.

Since we started dating, I haven't had time to listen anymore. Before, she would sometimes slur her words, her reading lacked emotion, and her voice wasn't very engaging.

That evening at 7 pm, Kang Lei's clear voice came through the campus loudspeakers. She read an essay, an article written by a senior student about missing her mother. The writing was excellent, and the emotions were genuine.

Kang Lei's voice quality is good. After listening to her reading, my overall impression was: clear pronunciation, natural rhythm, appropriate intonation, and touching.

Although Kang Lei is a girl who talks faster than she thinks and acts faster than she talks, she is very conservative and shy when it comes to romantic relationships. This is really hard for me to understand: how can a girl have two completely different personalities?

One night in April, around 10 PM, on my way back to her dorm, we passed a bamboo grove. It was dark and we were all alone, so I pulled her into the grove, put my arm around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her.

Unexpectedly, Kang Lei kept her mouth tightly shut, twisting her head from side to side, resisting fiercely like a female college student fighting off a pervert. Finally, taking advantage of my loss of balance, she suddenly pushed me away, and I stumbled back a few steps, landing on my bottom. She giggled happily and ran off. Enraged and

embarrassed, I returned to my dorm and asked everyone for advice. There were six of us in the dorm, and we were all very close.

"You should touch her earlobe first, you silly girl!! Make her very happy! Try it, it works!" said Xiao Shenzhen.

"Too weak! You need to ask someone for advice on this? You think you can just kiss her however you want? You might as well find a block of tofu and kill yourself!" said Da Guang.

"First, hug her waist, make her feel safe with you, then kiss her, trust me," said Zhao Wei.

"Anyway, I think you shouldn't act too experienced the first few times. You should be a little naive. If you're too skilled, she'll think you've kissed many girls like that. If you're as shy as she is the first few times, then..." Glasses said.

"Hehe, you're all experts. My first kiss isn't really relevant. I didn't do anything; my girlfriend was the one who took the initiative. I don't have any good advice. I wish you success soon..." the class monitor said.

"What are you guys talking about? Go to sleep." That night, I couldn't sleep.

For the next ten days or so, when Kang Lei and I were together, we talked less and less. It wasn't that I was petty; I genuinely didn't know what to say. I suddenly realized a truth: dating is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. We started to speak to each other more politely, with a hint of awkwardness.

Around 2 p.m. on Sunday, I was reading alone in the broadcasting station when Kang Lei pushed open the door. Her face was flushed, and she smiled foolishly at me. From her fiery eyes, I could tell she had drunk too much.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"It's too noisy in my dorm, I came here to sleep for a while. I drank too fast today, I'm a little tipsy." "The blankets here were borrowed by the 'Ma Pai' people, you should go back to your dorm to sleep." Kang Lei ignored me, walked to the bed, swept the bed with a broom, lay down and fell asleep.

I saw she was wearing a shirt, and worried she would get cold, so I took off my reversible jacket and covered her with it.

I also found a sheet, folded it up, and covered her legs, which were covered by her white jeans.

She woke up around 5 a.m., looked at me with a smile and said, "Your clothes smell nice." "Hehe, all men's clothes smell the same—sweat. Give me back my clothes, I'm leaving," I said to her.

"Wait a minute, I'm not fully awake yet. Tell me a joke."

I thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll tell you a joke in Sichuan dialect.

One day, on the streets of Chengdu, a young man was riding his bicycle at breakneck speed, but his hands were in his pockets. When he passed a traffic police post, the policeman saw him.

The policeman shouted, 'Hands up!' (meaning to hold the handlebars properly). The young man pulled out one hand, waved it in the air, and said, 'Hello, comrades!'" Kang Lei giggled and said, "Tell me another one." I said, "The last joke: One day, a division commander from Sichuan came to inspect the Women's Independent Regiment."

At the mobilization meeting for officers at the regimental, battalion, and company levels, he said, "Today, I won't look at your faces (company) or your buttocks (regiment), I'll specifically inspect your 'sexy' (battalion)." This made everyone quite nervous. Kang Lei laughed heartily, revealing her pearly white teeth.

The setting sun cast warm rays into the broadcasting room. I walked to the bedside and bent down to take the clothes covering her.

Suddenly, Kang Lei stretched out her arms and hugged my neck, saying, "I won't let you go." She gazed at me tenderly, then silently leaned her face closer, gradually closing her eyes. I then kissed her deeply.

I held her back, first kissing her upper lip and then her lower lip, gently sucking on her lips. Kang Lei's face was very red, as if she had a fever. I put my tongue into her mouth and intertwined with hers. She gently sucked on my tongue; her mouth had a faint scent of wine, stimulating me until I felt dizzy and intoxicated.

From first love to passionate love, it came so quickly, catching me somewhat off guard. Whenever we had time, Kang Lei and I would snuggle together, our love intense and tender, as if everything around us had disappeared, leaving only the burning passion of love and the intoxication of our emotions.

She took off her bra and panties

, leaving herself completely naked, calmly displaying her clean body to me. Her long hair flowed down her back, her full, firm breasts, like newly blossoming buds, stood proudly erect, her pale pink areolas like drops of blood on paper, her long, sculpted legs, her body perfectly proportioned… I carefully examined Kang Lei from head to toe several times. She seemed a little embarrassed, a blush spreading across her fair, smooth cheeks. I carried her to the bed, parted her legs, and saw her pink labia… I pulled off my black briefs, my penis hard and erect, like a small cannon.

Kang Lei's gaze swept over my genitals, and she said calmly, "It's hideous." She turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

I knelt between her legs, pressed my penis against her vulva, and tried to push in, but after dozens of thrusts, I still couldn't get it in.

"Are you sure you can do it? You're hitting my bone," Kang Lei said with a soft laugh.

"Do you want me to?" I replied in a low voice.

"Of course not, go down a bit."

I lowered the muzzle, but after a dozen more thrusts, I still couldn't get it in.

"Hey, Niu Niu Mu, it seems your position is wrong, kneel down on the bed." Kang Lei nimbly got up, knelt down on the bed, and even stuck out her round buttocks.

I held her with one hand, and rubbed my penis against her warm vulva with the other, then pressed it against a spot and thrust hard. With a "plop," the head of my penis went in.

"Ah!" Kang Lei screamed, and fell forward onto the bed.

"Why are you running away? I'm already in," I said angrily.

"Run away my foot, you've poked my anus, it hurts so much, I'm not doing it today," Kang Lei complained to me in the darkness.

I quickly hugged her, kissing and coaxing her for a long time, one hand carefully stroking and exploring her genitals. After a while, I felt it getting wetter and oilier with each touch… “Hey, Niu Niu Mu, please turn on the lamp.” The light came on, and I had Kang Lei lie flat on her back with her legs bent and spread wide apart. I used my fingers to part her slippery labia minora, placed the head of my penis on top, and slowly pushed in, as if that was the softest spot.

“Hmm, it seems to be here.” Kang Lei blushed and turned off the light again.

I tried to push in twice but couldn’t get in. It was blocked at the front. Why was it so hard to get in? I started sweating nervously. I kept telling her to relax, and Kang Lei stretched out her arms and hugged my neck.

Suddenly, I pushed in. Kang Lei’s hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging painfully into me.

A virgin and a virgin struggled until midnight before finally achieving the long-awaited penetration. Afterward, I saw Kang Lei kneeling on the bed, wiping the bloodstains on the sheets with a handkerchief.

“It can’t be wiped off,” I said.

She didn't say anything and threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground.

"Oh, this is a treasure, I have to keep it safe." I picked up the handkerchief naked and put it in my drawer.

"Did it hurt just now? I didn't hear you scream?" I said.

She said, "Come here."

I walked over to her in my slippers and said, "What?"

She grabbed me and bit my shoulder hard, making me scream in pain.

"Does it hurt?"

I quickly hugged her and whispered, "Of course it hurts, sweetie. If you want to cry, just cry, don't hold it in." Kang Lei chuckled and said, "I'm not sad at all, I feel very happy." Later, I found the blue diary under the sofa cushion. I saw that she had written: If he uses the threat of breaking up with me if he doesn't have sex to demand my virginity, then he has disappointed me too much, and I will leave him. Because he doesn't really love me, he only loves sex. Fortunately, he has never said anything to disappoint me.

[The End]

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